Children – A Poem

My son is one of the greatest blessings I have ever known. I often hear parents complain about how terrible their teenagers are, but I really can’t relate because my son is the most generous, kind, and loving person I know. He does sometimes annoy and frustrate me, and raising him poses its challenges, but I love him no matter what. And I know that God loves him even more than I do. I decided to write a poem about the blessing of children for my Thankful Thursday poem.

Children

Children are a blessing
A gift from God above
Children of the One true King
They deserve our care and love

Children are not a burden
A curse from God above
To hold back men and women
From knowing fun and love

Children are our future
Given in trust from God above
Our duty is to help them mature
They need our faith and love

“I tell you the truth, anyone who will not receive the kingdom of God like a little child will never enter it.” And he took the children in his arms, put his hands on them and blessed them. Mark 10:15-16 (NIV).

About Linda Kruschke

I am a Jesus Freak, and I don't care who knows it. I am a wife, mother, sister, aunt, daughter, and friend. My blood family is only part of the larger family of Christ that I belong to. I love to write, especially about my dear Savior.
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10 Responses to Children – A Poem

  1. As you know, my passion is children’s ministry. I don’t know who wrote this poem, but it is constantly before me. Although it long, I thought you might like to read it.

    THE CALLING
    I am called to minister to the largest mission field in the world. I am called to minister to children.

    My calling is sure, my challenge is big,
    my vision is clear, my desire is strong,
    my influence is eternal, my impact is critical,
    my values are solid, my faith is tough,
    my mission is urgent, my purpose is unmistakable,
    my direction is forward, my heart is genuine,
    my strength is supernatural, my reward is promised
    and my God is real.

    In a world of cynicism, I offer hope.
    In a world of confusion, I offer truth.
    In a world of immorality, I offer values.
    In a world of neglect, I offer safety.
    In a world of ridicule, I offer affirmation.
    In a world of bitterness, I offer forgiveness.
    In a world of sin, I offer salvation.
    In a world of hate, I offer God’s love.

    I refuse to be dismayed, disengaged,
    disgruntled, discouraged or distracted.
    I will not look back,
    stand back, fall back or sit back.
    I do not need applause, flattery,
    adulation, prestige, stature or veneration.
    I do not have time
    for business as usual, mediocre standards,
    small thinking, outdated methods,
    normal expectations, average results,
    ordinary ideas, petty disputes or low vision.
    I will not give up,
    bail out, lie down, turn over, quit or surrender.

    I will pray when things look bad.
    I will pray when things are good.
    I will move forward when others stand still.
    I will trust God when obstacles arise.
    I will work when the task is overwhelming.
    I will get up when I fall down.

    My calling is to reach boys and girls for God.
    This is too serious to be taken lightly,
    too urgent to be postponed, too vital to be ignored,
    too relevant to be overlooked,
    too significant to be trivialised,
    too eternal to be fleeting
    and too passionate to be quenched.

    I know my mission and my challenge.
    I know my limitations and my weaknesses.
    I know my fears and my problems.
    And I know my God.

    Let others get the praise.
    Let the Church get the blessing.
    Let God get the glory.

    I am called to minister to children.
    This is who I am. This is what I do.

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  2. Linda says:

    Beautiful and sweet poem…

    I hope everyone who ever shows up in your stats reads this, because that message is long gone for so many people. It’s an outrage! Imagine how God must feel…

    Does your son check your blog? I hope so… what a treasure he must be. : )

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    • Linda, Thanks. It is sad how so many have forgotten how important children are. I’d love to say my son reads my blog and so will see this, but that would be a lie. Reading is not his strong suit. I do sometimes point out to him things I’ve written about him, but he’s more of a visual person. Peace, Linda

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  3. Debbie says:

    This poem has a special place in my heart. 🙂 Thank you Linda! I love my children and they have helped me so much. And I love other people’s children too! Kids are great!
    God bless you and your son/family, Linda.

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  6. Ann says:

    Thank you, Linda

    Children are indeed a heritage of the Lord 🙂 (be they good, obedient or otherwise)

    “3Children are a blessing and a gift from the LORD.
    4Having a lot of children to take care of you in your old age is like a warrior with a lot of arrows.
    5The more you have, the better off you will be, because they will protect you when your enemies attack with arguments.”
    Psalm 127: 3-5 CEV

    Blessings,
    ann

    Thank God for Kids – the Oakridge Boys

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    • Ann, Thanks for the great video! What a perfect song to go with this post. As for the Psalm quote, that one always makes me a little sad because I only have one child and wish I had more, but that was not to be. Peace, Linda

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